Innocent Devil’s Harem Taboo Ch. 01 – by KaizerWolf..,

Kai’s secret is found out by his sister and girlfriend.

Tags: harem, incest (brother/sister), supernatural, shifter, big tits, redhead, blonde, MILF

NOTE: This is the Taboo version of Innocent Devil’s Harem, where Serenity is Kai’s adoptive sister, and he refers to her as such. I’ve had quite a few people request that I upload this version again, so I decided to do so. Both versions are registered and copyrighted with the USPTO under my pen-name Kaizer Wolf.

This version also later has HOT taboo relationships happening between other characters, such as Gabriella and Rebecca, that are significantly less steamy in the non-taboo version compared to this one.

Hope you enjoy!

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– CHAPTER 1 –

I got home from school, parking my silver used car in its usual spot, and went inside to begin making dinner for my older sister, Serenity. The two of us had been living together by ourselves for five years now, ever since our parents passed away in a car accident.

My sis had been eighteen at the time, still in her Senior year of high school, causing me to be sent to a foster home for almost a month while she attempted to gain custody of her thirteen-year-old little brother. In hindsight, I was surprised it had only taken a month for her to legally adopt me, since I wasn’t actually her brother biologically and there was no adoption paperwork on file.

It helped that we had been left with five million dollars in insurance money, split equally between us, in addition to the fact that there was plenty of evidence that I’d lived with my family basically my entire life.

Plus, my Delayed Birth Certificate on file was detailed enough to include adoptive parents’ names, even though the actual adoption paperwork didn’t seem to exist. Granted, my sister and I both knew that the dates of my actual birth were only estimates.

Eventually, the court decided that a clerical error must have been made somewhere along the line, and allowed the adoption to proceed, with the judge seeing no reason to put a kid who’d just lost his parents through hell over a technicality.

Now, my older sister was legally my guardian, though I wasn’t sure how me turning eighteen a few days ago affected that status. I had no idea if emancipation was automatic or if I had to file for it. Not that it really mattered, since I still had to finish my last year of high school either way, and would probably still continue living at home while I worked on some college credits.

Initially, after the adoption went through, we tried living in our old house for a while, but it was too painful. Thus, within the first six months, we’d moved into a much smaller house, hidden away in the trees on the edge of the city, with her having purchased it with a portion of her half of the insurance money.

Even though Serenity’s parents weren’t mine biologically, that didn’t matter to me.

It was just as agonizing to lose them. They were the only family I knew, and they had raised me as their own since I could remember. I was well aware that the official story was our mom found me on the doorstep, but honestly not even Serenity knew for sure where I actually came from.

She just remembered me showing up one night when she was about to turn seven.

Her young mind had thought God answered her prayer for a younger brother as a birthday present, and to this day she occasionally teased me about being ‘her gift from God.’

But I doubted it was God, or a god, that had been the one to answer her prayer, given what I knew about myself. Granted, I would never dare tell my older sister why. She was the only person I truly loved, and I could never betray her by revealing that I’d discovered at a young age that I wasn’t like her…

That I wasn’t human.

Our new house, which we’d lived in for over four years now, had a large spacious kitchen that also served as a dining room. Despite the fact that it was only the two of us, we’d kept a lot of the furniture from our old house, unable to part with everything. Thus, the dining room table could seat six people comfortably — two on each side and one person at each end, with plenty of room in between. Really, the table was large enough that eight people could probably be squished together if an extra chair was added to each side.

However, as it was, only two chairs were used with any frequency.

Sighing, I glanced at the clock and then sat down at the table, leaving the hot ‘cheddar, potato, and bacon soup’ I’d made on low heat on the stove to prevent it from getting cold. On a good day, Serenity would arrive home a little after 5 PM from her job as a police detective.

However, as it neared 5:45 PM, I began to suspect this might not be a good day. She had been working on a case recently that was causing her a lot of stress, but she hadn’t brought home any of the files yet, so I didn’t know what it was about.

Yes, I sometimes snooped through her casework files. I snooped through a lot of her things, if I was being honest, though I’d never share that with her. She’d probably be mortified if she knew I’d been through her underwear on numerous occasions.

Sometimes, although very rarely, if the work situation was bad enough, I would intervene myself to stop the criminals. However, I also knew that it might raise suspicion if someone made the connection that all the incidents where I’d helped happened to be my sister’s cases. Thus, to avoid that outcome, I only got involved in the situations that were exceptionally upsetting for my older sister, usually involving abuse against women.

And by abuse, I mean serial killer cases where the victims wouldn’t survive without intervention.

Serenity didn’t technically have to work, since we had enough money to last us for an extremely long time, possibly all our lives, but she’d initially wanted to make sure no one doubted she was responsible enough to raise her little brother.

Still, I didn’t know why she’d chosen to pursue a career as a detective. Prior to getting the position, she’d held another job almost full-time while attending the police academy, and yet soon found herself with some of the best scores in the state. I’d asked her ‘why’ once, but she only gave the allusive answer that she enjoyed solving mysteries — allusive, because I didn’t feel like her answer explained her intense drive.

Glancing at the clock again, I got up to grab my backpack, deciding to get to work on my homework while I waited for her to get home. It was near the end of the spring semester, my graduation only a couple months away, so it was already warm outside on most days. I really enjoyed the warmer weather, mainly because I liked it when there were leaves on the trees. But I was also glad school was almost over in general, eager to get that part of my life behind me.

I was an adult now and wanted to feel like an adult, instead of a kid or dependent.

Honestly, I didn’t mind school itself, so much as I was tired of dealing with my shallow human peers. As I’d gotten older, my body became lean and muscular, sparking a lot of interest among my female classmates, as well as attempts made by the guys to win my friendship. However, my memory was a lot better than theirs, and I wasn’t one to forgive easily.